The shopping centre roars. Instead of tuning it out, I open my ears. It's closing time. The noise is made of individual sounds conglomerating — many loud voices, the clatter and clang of doors and bolts, the wind-rush of all the machinery that keeps this place functioning. That machinery wind-rush — also made up of different individual kinds of noise — is in the ceilings, the walls, and under the floors; it surrounds us.
“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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You make me aware of how often I tune sounds out. Sometimes for my own protection, of course.
ReplyDeleteI think we all do, and perhaps it's not a bad idea most of the time.
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